11 Sep '14

Sex Scene Championship Final : Tessa Bailey (@mstessabailey) vs Eden Bradley (@EdenBradley)

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Hello everybody and welcome to our Sex Scene knockout Championship!

The guise is simple; vote for your favourite out of the two scenes and the winning author will progress to the next round and be in with a chance to win the Sex Scene Championship Crown. Each person will be in with a chance of winning prizes from our prize bag. At the end of the event, all of the entrants will be collated and then I’ll use random generator to pick a top winner (who will get their choice of 8 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC), a second place winner (who will get their choice of 5 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC) and a third place winner (who will get their choice of 3 prizes limited to one GC). I will then randomly draw names until all the prizes are gone.

You have to vote through the rafflecopter form for your vote to count. You can do this using FB or an email address … none of these are visible to anyone but me and I will not use them. 

We have 50 eBooks to giveaway (some of which are listed on the Intro post here), 2 signed paperbacks, 2 INT paperbacks, 4 Gift Cards (Amazon & All Romance, a necklace, some pens and more swag to give away.

It’s the final!!! The winner of this will be crowned the Queen of the sex scene 2014

Excerpt One –

Baiting the Maid of Honor – Tessa Bailey ©

Tessa’s Website | Twitter 

“Know what I think, baby? You love making my cock hard. You’ve been living for it since that first night.” Reed leaned forward slightly, gaze riveted on her chest.  “I’ve been living for it, too. I’ve been stroking myself off to the memory of how you looked at me on that patio. Like you were a little nervous and a lot turned on. Did you go back to your seat in the fancy restaurant and cross your legs tighter than before? Were you planning on going back to your room later that night and imagining the big bad man touching your pussy?”

Yes.

Julie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down just enough that he could see the top of her silky teal-colored thong. The performance, her secret fantasy come to life, emboldened her. Made her want to shock him back. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked at him through hooded eyes. “If I had pleasured myself that night, Reed, you wouldn’t have been touching me with your hand. In my fantasy, you would have been deep, deep inside of me. Telling me what a bad thing I’d done.”

“What bad thing did you do, baby?” His voice sounded raw.

“When you showed up at the party, I might have gone to the bathroom and…hiked my skirt up a little higher for you. I knew you’d be watching me.”

“Sweet fucking hell.”

Julie let her skirt drop, leaving her in nothing but the minuscule panties. Reed’s loud groan caused any lingering self-consciousness to fade as Julie arched her back, bent her knees and ground her hips as low as she could go toward the ground. He let out a string of curses as she rose gradually, dancing erotically to the pounding beat of the music.

“Come closer, baby. Need you closer. Now, pixie.”

The desire in his voice tore at her own, sending it clamoring through her system. She needed to be closer, to touch, just as badly as he needed it. Still facing away from him, she gripped his knees and lowered her bottom onto his lap, gasping at the hardness she encountered. She switched her hips from a circular motion to a gentle front-to-back tease that allowed her to ride his length base to tip. “You like that, sugar?” she whispered, barely audible among the bass-heavy music.

“Enough teasing. Sit down all the way and work my cock with your beautiful ass. No more games.” He released a strangled growl against her neck. “I’m warning you right now, it’s going to be a rough ride. If you’re not ready for it yet, I’ll put you on your knees for a while to take my edge off.”

Julie’s heart pounded so loud, it felt like it might exit her chest. His words were pushing her past her breaking point. Words that should offend her, alarm her. Instead, she only wanted more. She wanted Reed’s brand of rough. Wanted to be the object of his lust, his reason for losing control.

When she slipped a hand underneath the waistband of her panties, his breathing grew even more labored. She found the bundle of nerves, aching for his touch, and circled her middle finger around it once. “I don’t want your edge off. I don’t want to be treated like a lady.” She tipped her head to the side, whimpering as his lips licked and sucked at her neck. “I want you to deliver on all the promises you’ve made. I want everything you’ve got.”

At once, he surged out of the chair with a growl, carrying her with him. He pushed her down over a smooth cedar bureau, bent over with her hips in the air, and yanked the panties down her legs. Julie looked at her reflection in the attached mirror, amazed at the woman staring back at her. She looked drugged, desperate, out of control. Such a departure from her usual unruffled composure. Behind her, Reed’s features were drawn together tightly as he ripped open a condom wrapper and rolled it down his thick length with jerky movements.

With one powerful drive, Reed finally entered her. The pressure was so great, so delicious, that Julie bit her lip and screamed, hands scrambling for purchase on the wood bureau top. Through partially blind eyes, she looked up at Reed’s reflection to find an expression of undiluted pleasure on his face. But it quickly transformed into a need for more, as he wrapped her hair around his fist and jerked it back.

“You will never dance like that again. You will never hike your skirt up again. Never.” He pulled out slightly, then thrust back into her hard. “Not unless it’s for me. Is that understood?”

Julie cried out. “Yes.”

 

Execerpt Two –

Eden Bradley –  Dangerously Inked©

Eden’s  Website | Twitter

He stood and pulled her body close to his, his face going into her hair. He held her tight enough that she could feel the hard bulge beneath his jeans—wanted it. Needed it. Desperate.

“Finn…”

“Yeah, I feel it. I feel your heart beating between those perfect breasts of yours. The heat coming off you.” He wrapped his big hands around her hips and yanked her in tight against him. “Do you feel how I need you, girl?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

He slid a hand over her thigh, then dipped down between them, his fingers slipping under the edge of her thong and into her wet heat.

“Oh!”

“Christ, girl…you’re so damn wet. Ready. Are you ready?” He pressed another finger inside her and she clenched around him. “Oh, yes you are. But are you ready? Now?”

“Get your hand out of my pussy so I can think…” she muttered.

He chuckled, slid his fingers out and used them to tease her hard clit.

She moaned.

“Is this better? Answer me quick or I might have to fuck you right here.”

“Mmm…yes, better.”

He laughed. “Tell me what that means, Roison.”

“It means if you don’t take me into one of the back rooms and fuck me I might come right now.”

He nuzzled her cheek with his. “Oh, I do like you, Roisin.”

“Then fuck me, Sir. Come on.”

He hoisted her over his shoulder like some caveman, and her body went hot and soft all over as he carried through the room. Her hair was in her face, but it didn’t matter. She knew where he was taking her.

When they reached one of the private alcoves he set her down on the high, padded table and pressed down on the space between her breasts hard enough that she knew to stay there, on her back.

Watching him get undressed with desire already simmering at a fever pitch in her system was an erotic experience in itself.

The vest came off first, revealing more muscle, every taut slope and hard surface beautiful to behold. He kicked his way out of his boots and his jeans came next—and she almost cooed in pleasure when she saw he went commando underneath. Then she did gasp softly at the sight of his cock.

Oh, Jesus, save me.

It was huge. Steel-hard and as beautiful as every other muscle in his god-like body. The skin was a pale gold, the head a bit darker, swollen and succulent. He had two large, craggy scars down his left thigh surrounded by heavy tribal tattoo work, another scar over his hip on the same side. She wanted to reach out and smooth her hands over those hurting places. Yet they only made him more impossibly masculine. She wanted to reach out and take that beautiful cock in her mouth just as much, to see if she could manage to swallow it.

“Don’t move, Roison,” he commanded, his jaw tight.

She licked her lips. Her sex clenched. All she could do was lay back and open her thighs.

“Christ, what you do to me, girl.”

He yanked her thong off in a flash and bent between her thighs.

Yes, thank you…please…

He kissed her swollen pussy lips over and over, soft kisses that led to nibbling bites. Desire built inside her, ready to explode at any moment. She had to bite it back, not wanting to come too soon. But when he laid the flat of his tongue on her needy clit and thrust two fingers inside her, she couldn’t help it—she came in a torrent of cries and pleasure, flooding his hand and his mouth. He kept working her as her body spasmed, his fingers curving to hit her G-spot, his mouth sucking at her clit. She came again in mere seconds, pleasure crashing over her like an ocean wave while she panted and groaned.

“Ah, God, Finn…”

“Again,” he ordered.

She wasn’t sure she could…until he forced her thighs wider apart and began to fuck her hard with his fingers while he flicked his tongue at her clitoris—hard, relentless, plunging into her over and over. Pleasure built once more, spiraled even higher for having come twice already.

“Now,” he ordered. And it was that one word that set her off. She came again, her climax ripping into her, making her writhe, pleasure so intense she couldn’t even cry out.

Before she was done he was on her.

“Now,” he said again, his tone rough with need.

She felt the enormous head of his sheathed cock at her opening, and she let her legs fall wide to accommodate him.

“Yes…need you, Finn. Now.”

He raised himself up on his arms, paused while his sparking, blue gaze searched hers. He almost looked as if he were in pain, his expression was so torn with desire, his gaze burning hot.

“Going to fuck you through the wall now, girl,” he told her, demanding that she take it with his tone.

“Yes, Sir.”

He held her arms over her head with one strong hand and slung his hips, burying his cock inside her.

Copyright 2013, Eden Bradley

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